Seven Nights In Eire

The first pub we could stagger to was twelve steps from the plane

A Virgin flight to Shannontown, the day it didn't rain

The laughin' eyes of Ireland, sparklin' blue and green

With hair as black as Guinness stout and barely seventeen

We're back out on the cobblestones, whiskey drunk and high again

Liquored-up, and gearin' up for seven nights in Ireland

The corner booth is waitin' for the session to begin

It's quiet as a mother's prayer till we all stumble in

And it's fifty happy voices mixed with whistles made of tin

And a piper man is blowin' like the North Atlantic wind

An Aran island beauty is sawing on the violin

I wonder will she miss me after seven nights in Ireland

Well, it's ladies' day in Galway and we watched the ponies run

Fifty pounds against the odds and came in six to one

McSwiggin heard the race report, he invited us on in

So we drank Catholic whiskey with all our newfound friends

They raised a glass to all of us, and we all toasted them

Here's to Michael, Tom and Pat and seven nights in Ireland

Well, we kissed all the girls goodbye and gathered in our gear

And when she walked me to the gate, I swear I saw a tear

But then she looked into my eyes, I knew she felt my pain

And only then did I realize we were standin' in the rain

So save our places at the pub and when the eyes are dry again

We'll come back another day for seven nights in Ireland